Color me blue, red, green, and brown.
If color did not exist, what would be?
Color me Evil, Good, contemplative, And Kind.
But I will always have what is mine and know my own self.
But if you insist on boxing me in a frame or thing.
Water me and still see what kind of beauty this color will become.
Through rain, storms of fire and modes of black.
I am destined to be the rose that arose from cracks.
Cracked pavement, harsh enslavement, manipulation, and confused dazing.
Yet, the seeds of embracing all colors grew and bloomed.
Never doomed, I am only groomed – by some force untouched by the color spectrum.
So it is perfectly well, to wholeheartedly desire perfection.